Psychopath lyrics
by DJ Ess
[Intro: BabyTron]
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah
b*tch, ayy (What's cooking, Jack?)
Huh, hey
[Verse 1: BabyTron]
I'm a psychopath
Lil' b*tch pus*y so crazy, she got psycho cat
MegaTron, I'm slidin' with the Drac', I'm in my micro bag
.223'll do the TKO, ain't finna fight your ass
[Verse 2: Certified Trapper]
This b*tch'll make you do the f*ckin' worm
Ten G's, n*gga, that's your stash, thirty G's on my snatch outs, I said, "f*ck the perm"
Chase your ass down with this b*tch, that'll make you swerve
[Verse 3: BabyTron]
Douple cup so motherf*ckin' dirty, think I taste some germs
Lil' b*tch so motherf*ckin' dumb, don't use her brain to learn
She an eater
Thumbin' through a hundred blues, it's double on my pinky finger
[Verse 4: Certified Trapper]
b*tch asked me why my pockets like a BBL
The way you ridin' n*ggas' di*k, you need a CDL
Shoot a hundred rounds out the Glocky, you can see the shells
[Verse 5: BabyTron]
Cuddy can't do nothin' legal, switchy on the CPL
Chopper, it go, "Pfft," wе left his body with a stinky smell
He gon' pay whatеver for the work, sh*t, this an easy sale
Guess he a rookie
[Verse 6: Certified Trapper]
"Fah," that's how the Glock pop
This b*tch'll flip a n*gga whip like a chop shop
Twenty b*tches in this house, this like a hotspot
Put the boy in the oven like a pot pie
Lil' b*tch, you ain't bougie, you eat Popeyes
[Verse 7: BabyTron]
Kick your door off the hinges, ain't no knock-knock
Yerky got my soda fizzin' like some Pop Rocks
Tell your daddy go inside, I be done popped pops
Let's see how fast I can shoot a hundred, grab the stopwatch
Brrt, then I swap Glocks
[Verse 8: Certified Trapper]
I ain't Lil Baby, but it's four pockets full
Cashin' out, she thought I filled it up with rocket fuel
Whole thirty in the clip, buh, whole forty on my hip, I ain't gon' box with you